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Astrophel's Song Of Phyllida And Corydon

© Nicholas Breton

Fair in a morn (O fairest morn!),

Was never morn so fair,

BEAMS of noon, like burning lances, through the tree-tops flash and glisten,
As she stands before her lover, with raised face to look and listen.
Dark, but comely, like the maiden in the ancient Jewish song:
Scarcely has the toil of task-fields done her graceful beauty wrong.

The American Forest Girl

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

They loos'd the bonds that held their captive's breath;
From his pale lips they took the cup of death;
They quench'd the brand beneath the cypress tree;
"Away," they cried, "young stranger, thou art free!"

Pain

© Harriet Monroe

She heard the children playing in the sun,

And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees

At the Wedding

© Edgar Albert Guest

There was weepin' by the women that the crowd could plainly see,
An' old William's throat was chokin' an' his eyes were watery,
An' he couldn't hardly answer when the parson made him say
Who it was on that occasion was to give the girl away.

Sonnet LVII

© William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

Hail, Columbia!

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Firm--united--let us be,
Rallying round our Liberty;
As a band of brothers join'd,
Peace and safety we shall find."

The Huskers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

IT was late in mild October, and the long autumnal rain
Had left the summer harvest-fields all green with grass again;
The first sharp frosts had fallen, leaving all the woodlands gay
With the hues of summer's rainbow, or the meadow flowers of May.

The Old Keg of Rum

© Anonymous

CHORUS
Oh! the Old Keg of Rum! the Old Keg of Rum!
Remember old Jack Palmer
And the Old Keg of Rum.

Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Dedication

© William Wordsworth

RYDAL MOUNT, WESTMORELAND,
April , 1815.
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Sonnet CXXVIII

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

The Ghost - Book II

A sacred standard rule we find,

By poets held time out of mind,

The Shepherd's Calendar - September

© John Clare

Harvest awakes the morning still

And toils rude groups the valleys fill

On Dante's Monument, 1818

Though all the nations now

Peace gathers under her white wings,

Manhood's Greeting

I've' felt some little thrills of pride, I've inwardly rejoiced
Along the pleasant lanes of life to hear my praises voiced;
No great distinction have I claimed, but in a humble way
Some satisfactions sweet have come to brighten many a day;
But of the joyous thrills of life the finest that could be
Was mine upon that day when first a stranger "mistered" me.